A carpet of gold stretches across my front lawn and the maple has lost its glory. The last few days, the wind has done its part in whisking leaves from trees and spreading them on the ground. The white mulberry hangs onto its leaves and they are mostly still green. It is a different sort of tree, the leaves defying the wind to shake them off. Then, one morning, I’ll wake up and see the white mulberry tree is bare. It does that–keeps the remnants of summer until the last minute then shucks them off at the same time.
Two robins were in the crepe myrtle then down on the small birdbath for a drink of water. Were they discussing a trip South? Do they think it’s time to leave? Maybe the November wind has whispered to them that summer is over.
Thanksgiving is next week and it always surprises me when it comes around. Time for Thanksgiving already? Surely, it was just yesterday that summer was here. Do you hanker for a Thanksgiving mystery? Have you given Murder By Moonlight a try?
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